Thursday, April 9, 2009

Thoughts for a Thursday

I have to drive to the other side of the state today for work, stay overnight, then return tomorrow after 5pm. I'm driving through the mountains and one pass. It's already snowing there. Think good thoughts of safety for me. J was raging that I needed chains for my tires and someone to instruct me how to put on said chains. Does he not know for which entity I work? Then my boss ordered me to get a hotel room on the way back tomorrow night if I am too sleepy. Which is just one reason that I love my job.

I'm actually quite tired already. I slept well, but most of the night was spent dreaming a dream in which Brody's thumb fell off.

Well, sometimes it was his thumb, sometimes it was his thumb plus all the skin on his arm, and sometimes it was his whole arm that had fallen off.

And in the dream, no one would help us, even though we were at Shriners, and it was bad. So apparently I'm a bit nervous for the surgery on April 23.

Speaking of Shriners, they pay for us to fly to Salt Lake. I call the Shrine, my guy makes the airline ressie, and sends me the itinerary. Usually within 24 hours.

Three weeks ago I called. He said he would get it done.

Last week, still no itinerary, I called again. He said he was just getting to it.

No itinerary. Last night I called again. He said he was going to do it right then.

This morning, he emails it to me - and he has the ticket listed in J's name, instead of mine.

I emailed him back. I wrote:

Thank you so much! The only problem is that I am going with Brody this time, not Jeremy. I'm so sorry - I should have made that clear. Is there any way to change it?

Please know that I did make it clear. The first and second time I called. I am pretty sure he can change the ticket name without much hassle. However, if I was psychic, I would bet that he is not pleased with me at this moment.

Which brings up a thing. Shriners is, for the vast majority of everything, wonderful. But it's stuff like this that makes me crazy. Not really crazy, unless he can't change the name, but mildly irritated crazy. But I can never say anything to anyone because, you know, they are giving us around $500,000 in free medical care for Brody (until he's 18) (and that's not an exaggeration). I feel horrible that the name is wrong, and I hated even mentioning it. But I had to, and now I feel like an ingrate. Let's hope my good karma from the post below protects me.

Or at least prevents Brody's arm from falling off.


SaRaH said...

I hope that tonight brings restful, happy, limb-keeping dreams!

Anonymous said...

Our Buzz Lightyear's thumb came off this week. I am assuming it is somewhere in Benjamin's GI tract. Maybe you were dreaming about our household, not your's. LOL!


Robyn said...

Brody's beautiful thumb isn't going anywhere, mama!

Tracy said...

That's too funny. I was going to ask , "What did you eat before bed?" LOL.
I'm sure everything will go well with Brody's surgery. Its amazing what the subconscience can do.